I want to push buttons to bring you closer to me.
to write pages upon pages of poetry.
I would like to give you all the finer things.
But this will end one day.
And maybe that day is fast approaching.
And maybe that's a notion I haven't opened.
And maybe my thoughts have been encroaching
on my day to day lifestyle
But you wouldn't know the difference.
And you keep it all hidden.
And I began to feel a bit forbidden
from your
day to day lifestyle.
I smile when I think about the past with you.
But maybe there's no future,
only slowly healing sutures,
holding closed what grew openly between us two.
And if pushing these buttons would bring you closer,
I would type faster than some ******* poser
who is only pretending they know what to do.
But in honest to God, unshaken truth:
that is all I am.
And I thought you knew.
And I thought our love was truer than true.
But I am young and so are you.
And I seem to be all out of the finer things.